Chapter 15 #2
I push against his chest hard enough that he steps back, surprise glinting across his face. Before he can react, I drop to my knees.
“Daciana.” His voice holds a warning. “Get up.”
“No.” I look up at him as my hands reach for his belt. “My turn.”
I’m naked in the woods while my mate is fully clothed.
Unfastening his pants despite his protests, I reveal him in his full glory: thick, hard, and veiny.
My fingers can only just wrap around the girth of him, and the idea that he forces this monster inside me has me whimpering.
I lick the tip of his head, and he groans, his hand bunching in my hair.
He tastes salty and sweaty, but I don’t care.
I take him into my mouth, and he doesn’t move, letting me have my fun.
But I know it won’t last long. It certainly didn’t last night.
I lick and suck, but I can’t take him completely into my mouth. He’s too big. The hand he has in my hair tightens, and I ready myself for what’s about to come. It starts with soft, shallow thrusts, and I relax my throat.
“Daciana,” he mumbles my name, his voice strained. I look up at him, and he says, hoarsely, “Keep looking at me as I use your mouth.”
My pussy tightens at his vulgar words. He doesn’t normally use foul language, but in bed, when it’s just us, he says things that I would slap any other man for. And I like it. I like being subservient to him like this.
He begins to move faster, and I relax completely, my hands moving to his hips.
These are not gentle thrusts anymore. He’s doing exactly what he said: using my mouth.
I can feel him hitting the back of my throat, and for a moment, I can’t breathe as he holds himself there.
His hands grip my head and move it exactly how he pleases.
My pussy is dripping on the forest floor. Keiran is watching me, and as he fucks my mouth, he groans, a harsh guttural sound that goes straight to my core. I can feel myself on the edge.
His own control is fracturing as his cock moves faster, chasing his pleasure—and then, I feel him stiffen.
Kieran’s breathing is ragged as he looks down at me.
Before I know what’s happening he yanks me up by my hair, spins me around, and slams me against the tree with enough force to knock the breath from my lungs.
All pretense of control is gone now. This is the wolf unleashed—and he’s not happy about being challenged.
Kieran’s hand wraps around my throat from behind, not choking but controlling, tilting my head back against his shoulder. His eyes when I meet them are molten silver, promising exactly what’s coming.
“Yes,” I breathe, anticipation coiling tight in my belly. “Please—”
His cock pushes into me, and I let out a long, drawn-out moan.
And then, he’s moving. Hard and fast, his pace is punishing.
He’s holding nothing back, and I know I won’t be able to walk straight after this.
He completely unleashes now—rough, passionate, making me pay for challenging his dominance.
I can feel the tree bark cutting into my hands, but I’m past the point of caring.
His fat cock is scraping my insides raw, and I moan over and over again with each thrust. His name falls from my lips like a prayer.
I can’t remember anything else, just the name of the man who is utterly destroying me right now.
Kieran bites down on my shoulder, and my back arches as I orgasm once again.
I cry out as pleasure crashes through me, intense and devastating.
Kieran follows moments later with a loud groan, his arms banding around me to keep us both upright.
For what seems like a long time, we just breathe. His forehead rests between my shoulder blades, his chest heaving against my lower back.
When he finally pulls away, my legs nearly give out. His hands steady me immediately, turning me to face him. There’s a satisfied gleam in his eyes, an almost predatory smile on his face.
“That was—” I start, but my voice is too shaky to continue.
“Necessary,” he finishes as his thumb lightly traces my swollen bottom lip.
“Promises, promises,” I manage, echoing my earlier words.
His eyes darken with warning, but there’s heat there, too. A promise of more to come.
I lean into him, resting my head against his chest. I can hear his heart still racing. “We should probably get back to the palace.”
“Probably.” But he doesn’t move, just holds me close for another minute or two.
Finally, he steps back and finds my discarded clothes. As he helps me dress, his touch is gentle, almost reverent—a stark contrast to moments ago.
When we’re ready to go, his hand finds mine. Our fingers lace together briefly before he shifts, and I climb onto his wolf, deliriously happy.
Kieran and I stumble out of the forest and up to his chambers. My skin is still flushed, my lips still swollen from his kisses, and I can still feel the ghost of his touch everywhere on my body. The festival was perfect. Everything was perfect.
“I need to shower.” I make a face at the sticky feeling between my thighs. “And so do you.”
Kieran has just closed the door behind him, and he gives me a smile—one that I’m beginning to recognize. “I’ll join you.”
I hold up my hand and press it against his chest, a breathy laugh on my lips. “I don’t think so. If we both get in that shower, you won’t let me bathe. I get to go first.”
He’s about to argue when a sharp knock interrupts him.
“Alpha Kieran,” a servant’s voice calls through the wood. “King Lucian requests your immediate presence in his study. Along with that of your mate. It’s urgent.”
Kieran’s expression cools immediately, all traces of desire vanishing. He looks at me, then back at the door. “We’ll be there shortly.”
I groan. “At this point, I wish he would just come and find us himself.”
“Go shower.” Kieran’s hand cups my face. “Take your time. Join us when you’re ready.”
I lean into his touch. “You sure?”
“Yes. I’ll fill you in when you get there.” He presses a kiss to my forehead, then releases me and heads out the door.
I watch him leave, a warm feeling still lingering in my chest. Then, I make my way to the bathroom to let the hot water wash away the sweat and other evidence of our encounter. I hum softly as I scrub my skin, taking my time, letting the steam relax muscles I didn’t realize were tense.
When I finally emerge, wrapped in a robe with my hair damp against my shoulders, I feel lighter than I have in years. I change quickly into clean clothes and make my way to Lucian’s study. However, the moment I open the door, that lightness dies.
Kieran stands rigid by the window, his shoulders tense, jaw clenched so tight I can see the muscle jumping beneath his skin. Lucian sits behind his desk, his expression carved from stone. Leon stands near the fireplace, staring into the flames.
No one is speaking. The silence is suffocating.
“What’s happening?” I ask, alarmed and wary. Every instinct I possess is telling me that something is very, very wrong.
Kieran turns, and the look in his eyes makes my stomach drop. Pure dread mixed with what looks like fury barely held in check.
“Daciana…” he starts, but then he stops.
“Just tell me.” I move further into the room, anxiety unfurling within me.
Lucian leans back in his chair, his fingers steepled. “I sent people to the Silver Stone Pack to retrieve your parents.”
My heart starts to pound. “And?”
Kieran takes over. “They’re missing. Your entire family. Your parents, all four of your brothers. The house was empty when the scouts arrived. Nobody knows where they are.”
The world tilts sideways. I grab the back of the nearest chair to steady myself.
“Missing?” My breath catches. My parents.
Darius and Mikhail, only ten and twelve.
Marcus and Stefan, in their early twenties.
They can’t be just…gone. Panic claws up my throat.
“They have to be there. They wouldn’t just—Where would they go?
Did you check with the neighbors? Maybe they went to visit someone, or—”
“My men asked around,” Lucian says carefully, watching me. “Nobody has seen them. Or perhaps they simply don’t want to talk to the royal guards.”
There’s something in his tone that tells me he doesn’t believe that second option.
I never had a good relationship with my parents.
They didn’t love me the way they loved my brothers—that much was always clear.
When my uncle forced me to become a warrior, to take on the responsibility of protecting the pack at the age of fifteen, they let him.
Didn’t fight for me. Didn’t protest. They weren’t cruel exactly, but they weren’t… They weren’t parents. Not to me.
But they’re still my family. And my brothers, gods—two of them are just children.
“I have to go.” The words tumble out before I can stop them. “I have to go there. Right now. Something’s wrong. I can feel it.”
“I’ll open a portal,” Kieran says immediately. He’s already moving toward me, his hand reaching for mine. “We can leave right away.”
“You should take guards.” Lucian stands up, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. “This could be a trap. Someone trying to lure Daciana out. I’ll send five of my best soldiers.”
“I will bring my own men, as well.” Kieran’s eyes flash silver, looking dangerous and feral. “I’m not taking Daciana’s safety lightly.”
Lucian nods. “I’ll have them ready as quickly as possible.”
An hour later, I’m standing in front of a shimmering portal in the courtyard, my heart hammering so hard, I can hear it in my ears. I’ve changed into leather pants and a sturdy tunic, my hair braided back. Ready for whatever we may find.
Five of Lucian’s guards, including Leon, stand at attention in full armor, their faces serious and alert. Kieran’s men—Artisem and four others I recognize—flank us on the other side, weapons gleaming in the torchlight. Leon adjusts his sword belt one more time, his expression grim.